Seeing the object of my affection's picture on my phone, cousin Ian asks: "Who's this?"
Me: "He's my imaginary boyfriend."
Ian: "What is his name?"
Me: [says name. hah! You thought I'd actually write out his name!]
Ian: "Where do you know him from? What does he do?"
Me: "[Blah, blah, blah.] He plays guitar, and really well, I might add."
Ian: "That's your kryptonite, Achau. Guitar players."
Me: "I guess so."
Me: "He's my imaginary boyfriend."
Ian: "What is his name?"
Me: [says name. hah! You thought I'd actually write out his name!]
Ian: "Where do you know him from? What does he do?"
Me: "[Blah, blah, blah.] He plays guitar, and really well, I might add."
Ian: "That's your kryptonite, Achau. Guitar players."
Me: "I guess so."
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